I'm only nineteen years old and I've already f**ked everything up. Dropped out of college, don't have a job, no friends to speak of, living with my parents. The weeks blur by as the only events in my life are a trip to the psychiatrist every few weeks where nothing gets accomplished and I'm sent away with a new prescription for a new medication that won't do anything. I can't get anything done. I sleep for at least twelve hours every day, sometimes as long as eighteen. I don't even jerk it anymore because I'm too depressed to even get it up. Every time I've read up on adviceice, I always think to myself "that's a really great idea, I should do that". I might even make a plan or think it through, but, sure enough, nothing ever gets done. I might exercise for one day, try to eat healthier for a few days, force myself to sleep less for a week, but I can't follow through with any of it. It never feels worth it and there's nobody there to reassure me. I've contemplated suicide practically every day for the last few months, but it's not as if I actually have the balls to go through with it. Every night I go to bed with nothing but the memories of the countless regrets I've created. What the hell am I supposed to do? The only hope I have to cling to is that someday one of these little pill bottles will actually do something.
Aside from the doctor visits, holy sh*t, are you me?
1. dont take medication 2. start working out 3. get nice body 4. sluts f**k you because nice body 5. live shallow if somewhat happy existence
OP, I'm the same, the next few posters are the same too. We are one big un-motivated board, we need help, and sharing depression is not helping.
Aside from the doctor visits, holy sh*t, are you me?
>Slayer of the Crimson King Bullsh*t, it was the little retarded kid with no tongue that killed him. Way to remind me of the worst anti-climax ever. OP: You need to decide what you're living for. You've got no motivation to get a job unless you're making money to do something with. Isn't there something you've always wanted to do?
1. dont take medication 2. start working out 3. get nice body 4. sluts f**k you because nice body 5. live shallow if somewhat happy existence
yeah , start working out . go back to school .
>Slayer of the Crimson King Bullsh*t, it was the little retarded kid with no tongue that killed him. Way to remind me of the worst anti-climax ever. OP: You need to decide what you're living for. You've got no motivation to get a job unless you're making money to do something with. Isn't there something you've always wanted to do?
>Isn't there something you've always wanted to do? No. There isn't. All through my schooling I always thought that one day I would stumble upon that one thing that I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing. It never happened and I doubt it ever will.
I'm only nineteen years old and I've already f**ked everything up. Dropped out of college, don't have a job, no friends to speak of, living with my parents. The weeks blur by as the only events in my life are a trip to the psychiatrist every few weeks where nothing gets accomplished and I'm sent away with a new prescription for a new medication that won't do anything. I can't get anything done. I sleep for at least twelve hours every day, sometimes as long as eighteen. I don't even jerk it anymore because I'm too depressed to even get it up. Every time I've read up on adviceice, I always think to myself "that's a really great idea, I should do that". I might even make a plan or think it through, but, sure enough, nothing ever gets done. I might exercise for one day, try to eat healthier for a few days, force myself to sleep less for a week, but I can't follow through with any of it. It never feels worth it and there's nobody there to reassure me. I've contemplated suicide practically every day for the last few months, but it's not as if I actually have the balls to go through with it. Every night I go to bed with nothing but the memories of the countless regrets I've created. What the hell am I supposed to do? The only hope I have to cling to is that someday one of these little pill bottles will actually do something.
I was exactly there, only I finished High School. Get your GED and get into a college. You'll meet people there. Just open up and talk to random people about anything. F**k, I met the love of my life in college. Medication doesn't do sh*t. It's YOU. You have to do something. You have to live your life before it ends. You only get one shot, man. 60-80 years give or take genetics and habits. Have f**king fun with it. Seriously. You're gonna die anyway in the end. Why not do your best to enjoy your time here. Plus, you're only f**king 19. You're a goddamn teenager still. Life is f**king spectacular once you leave your security blanket of a home.
I was exactly there, only I finished High School. Get your GED and get into a college. You'll meet people there. Just open up and talk to random people about anything. F**k, I met the love of my life in college. Medication doesn't do sh*t. It's YOU. You have to do something. You have to live your life before it ends. You only get one shot, man. 60-80 years give or take genetics and habits. Have f**king fun with it. Seriously. You're gonna die anyway in the end. Why not do your best to enjoy your time here. Plus, you're only f**king 19. You're a goddamn teenager still. Life is f**king spectacular once you leave your security blanket of a home.
yeah , start working out . go back to school .
I did finish High School, albeit with a 2.01 GPA. It limited my college opportunities but I was accepted to an in-state school on account of my 31 ACT. I went there last semester and got pretty much flawless grades for the first month. Made no friends, despite making an honest effort to speak to new people and do things. Got a ridiculously strong flu that put me in bed for literally two weeks straight. Sitting in bed brooding about how if I were to die from this flu, nobody would notice for months (because I was never assigned a roommate)was not good for my mental health, but when I finally recovered and learned that I had missed two exams that I would not be able to make up, that really set me over the edge. I put in a half-hearted effort for another month or so before giving up, dropped out, and went home to live with my parents. Going back to school is not so simple, too. Like the fool I am, I never confirmed any of my loans with the accounting office and they all dropped, leaving me with only the baseline federal loans, which didn't cover all my expenses. So now I owe my college around three grand and won't be able to attend any university in the United States until I pay it back.
I'm only nineteen years old and I've already f**ked everything up. Dropped out of college, don't have a job, no friends to speak of, living with my parents. The weeks blur by as the only events in my life are a trip to the psychiatrist every few weeks where nothing gets accomplished and I'm sent away with a new prescription for a new medication that won't do anything. I can't get anything done. I sleep for at least twelve hours every day, sometimes as long as eighteen. I don't even jerk it anymore because I'm too depressed to even get it up. Every time I've read up on adviceice, I always think to myself "that's a really great idea, I should do that". I might even make a plan or think it through, but, sure enough, nothing ever gets done. I might exercise for one day, try to eat healthier for a few days, force myself to sleep less for a week, but I can't follow through with any of it. It never feels worth it and there's nobody there to reassure me. I've contemplated suicide practically every day for the last few months, but it's not as if I actually have the balls to go through with it. Every night I go to bed with nothing but the memories of the countless regrets I've created. What the hell am I supposed to do? The only hope I have to cling to is that someday one of these little pill bottles will actually do something.
at least you don't go to community college and work two jobs. f**k this sh*t is gay. there is no one that wants to talk, especially to a person like me..everyone is always alone everythign sucks here and I am getting sh*t grades
I did finish High School, albeit with a 2.01 GPA. It limited my college opportunities but I was accepted to an in-state school on account of my 31 ACT. I went there last semester and got pretty much flawless grades for the first month. Made no friends, despite making an honest effort to speak to new people and do things. Got a ridiculously strong flu that put me in bed for literally two weeks straight. Sitting in bed brooding about how if I were to die from this flu, nobody would notice for months (because I was never assigned a roommate)was not good for my mental health, but when I finally recovered and learned that I had missed two exams that I would not be able to make up, that really set me over the edge. I put in a half-hearted effort for another month or so before giving up, dropped out, and went home to live with my parents. Going back to school is not so simple, too. Like the fool I am, I never confirmed any of my loans with the accounting office and they all dropped, leaving me with only the baseline federal loans, which didn't cover all my expenses. So now I owe my college around three grand and won't be able to attend any university in the United States until I pay it back.
So get a f**king job and pay it back. Geez.
>but, sure enough, nothing ever gets done. Passive voice. Are you f**king kidding me? Admit it: "I never do the things that I think are good ideas. I'm a goddamn idiot without the sense to change what I know I should change, even when it's pathetically obvious I have no reason to avoid change." What do you think you have to lose except the pity of others?
Life sucks. It really do. You just need to learn how to appreciate the little things.
>but, sure enough, nothing ever gets done. Passive voice. Are you f**king kidding me? Admit it: "I never do the things that I think are good ideas. I'm a goddamn idiot without the sense to change what I know I should change, even when it's pathetically obvious I have no reason to avoid change." What do you think you have to lose except the pity of others?
Yes, that's right. What's your point?
I'm sorry OP. I wish I had some great adviceice to give, but I really have no idea.
So get a f**king job and pay it back. Geez.
>job >america
Same thing happened to me when I went on antidepressants. Dropped out of college, didn't have the motivation to leave the bed unless I needed to eat, etc. When I finally realized that the depression was preferable to feeling like an unmotivated zombie (I actually left the bed when I was merely depressed!), I finally got off that sh*t and felt a million times better. The depression is still there, but at least I'm doing something with my life. If you refuse to go off medication (and I don't see why not--if you're going to kill yourself, it's not like you have anything to lose by trying), then at least consider going to a lighter dose or trying a different medication completely. Medication is supposed to make you feel well enough to fix your problems; not numb you to the point where you can't even masturbate.
I'm only nineteen years old and I've already f**ked everything up. Dropped out of college, don't have a job, no friends to speak of, living with my parents. The weeks blur by as the only events in my life are a trip to the psychiatrist every few weeks where nothing gets accomplished and I'm sent away with a new prescription for a new medication that won't do anything. I can't get anything done. I sleep for at least twelve hours every day, sometimes as long as eighteen. I don't even jerk it anymore because I'm too depressed to even get it up. Every time I've read up on adviceice, I always think to myself "that's a really great idea, I should do that". I might even make a plan or think it through, but, sure enough, nothing ever gets done. I might exercise for one day, try to eat healthier for a few days, force myself to sleep less for a week, but I can't follow through with any of it. It never feels worth it and there's nobody there to reassure me. I've contemplated suicide practically every day for the last few months, but it's not as if I actually have the balls to go through with it. Every night I go to bed with nothing but the memories of the countless regrets I've created. What the hell am I supposed to do? The only hope I have to cling to is that someday one of these little pill bottles will actually do something.
OP it's not that you're too depressed to get it up so to speak, the anti-depressants kill your sex drive. Nineteen is really young, you have plenty of time to get your sh*t together, keep in mind that a billion people drop out of what they started to try their hand at something else, it was the 3rd year out of high school that a huge amount of people seemed to start something new - including me. Chin up, work out, get some sun and find activities and study that interests you!
Yes, that's right. What's your point?
If you're the only one who can change and your language reflects a lack of taking that responsibility, then just kill yourself like the voices tell you to.
Maybe you're depressed because of a "chemical imbalance"; maybe your depressed because you f**king life sucks. My suggestions: If you can't parlay your psych issues into a crazy check (SSI), don't bother with shrinks; if you can, the government pays you to be crazy! How awesome is that? Change gears and turn your suicidal tendencies in to the deathwish all true badasses have. Get out of your parents house. Hop a freighttrain. Jump the border. Get drunk and fight people twice your size. If you live to see your 23rd birthday, you will be so much cooler than any of the fa**ots on this board.
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